Come Back to Me °°Sequel To What Took So Long°°COMPLETE

Sand, Sand, More F*cking Sand.

Trying to act like you weren't absolutely miserable was getting harder and harder to do for K.C. Even worse, she'd gotten used to expressing her feelings with Brittany and Caroline, so being stuck with overly macho guys who absolutely did not do that was killing her. They were hear for one purpose only, find Raul Menendez. Dereck had actually helped her find the 11 man team, their commander and a guy she'd always knows as Dr. Death served with Dereck and her father. The other ones were pretty cool, each had their own skill set they were bad ass at. There was another girl, but she'd quickly figured out Luna was a slightly younger K.C. "So Reaper, what's the call?" The gruff voice came through her earpiece as she focused on the target through her scope. "All I see is fuckin sand Barney, this wind is shit." "Roger that, lets fall back, regroup at camp." She sighed and stood up, grabbing her rifle and heading back down the hill. Being away from Brantley probably wouldn't suck so bad if they were having any success at all in finding this wannabe terrorist. Reaching the bottom, she was joined with one of the "young guns", former Navy Seal John Smilee. Which, she had to admit, it was a good thing she loved Bratley so much. Her and John had become fast friends, their careers being so similar. He had a girl waiting on him in Alabama anyway. "So, I was thinkin when we get home, we should double date at the beach." "Fuck sand." Was her retort as they both laughed. He was probably the one she related to the most. But, she stuck to Barney or Death. Mainly because they'd tell her just how much She really was like her dad. Feeling a buzz in her pocket, she pulled her phone out, smiling when she noticed it was a text from Brantley. Just woke up back home. Hope you're okay baby. Workin' on some songs for a new album. I think you're gunna love it. :) I love you, be safe. She smiled as she wrote back, Hope you're day is more eventful than mine. You know I love anything you write babe. Love you too. John and herself made in back to the abandoned place they were all staying in as she tossed her bag down and layed her gun on the table. "We've got to find a way to get in or were never catching this asshole." Hale Ceasar, a large black guy and Barneys heavy weapons specialist spoke as he stirred his can of soup over his small fire. K.C looked to Gunner, a large Swedish man with a dark past and smirked. "I think ole Gun here could pull off being interested in some new age weapons. Thorn can be your step son or some shit. He's gunna know the tech talk." Barney and John both nodded, "Sounds like a plan. Nice job Reap." Barney stood and patted her shoulder, puffing on his cigar. "Lets get some sleep, we'll talk more in the mornin."